Title: Interlude - Introducing The Other Protagonist
Featuring: Seymour Almasy
Date: Varying
Location: UNDISCLOSED!

((Putting this up in the effort to not no-show. I lost the RP I was working on due to computer issues and have been with girlfriend the majority of weekend. This piece will be fleshed out once I have the time to finish re-writing it. It's up here now to get an RP up. All of my other work for the week will be unaffected. -- Management.))

My name is Laura Marie Winters. Bet you all forgot about me, right?

Understandable, really, since I’m presumed dead and all of that. But while my ex-husband’s busy dealing with the best PRIME has to offer, I figured I’d take this opportunity to remind you that, as events unfold, there are two protagonists in this little drama that’s playing itself out across continents.

Seymour recently joined the small, exclusive club of people who know that my death in 2005 was faked. He’s still not, however, in the club of people who know why. With any luck, he’ll never be in that particular grouping of people. He shouldn’t feel bad; my own mother and father don’t know.

As alive as I am, Laura Marie hasn’t seen the light of day in a while. I have a dozen names, and can come up with more at the drop of a hat. I change identities like some women change men or shoes. I found out that I have a talent for the sort of work that I engage in, and for the past six years I’ve been living a life that I thought only existed in stories and movies.

Watch, then, as you get a little insight to a life that I never thought I’d lead.

Even though I’d divorced Seymour Almasy and then faked my death to join a secret organization with secret motives (a lady never reveals her secrets), I could never quite bring myself to totally remove him from my life.

Via the magic of him being a professional wrestler, I was usually able to follow him on television, but 2010 was notably poor for that. I wondered often if he’d finally managed to kick the habit that had led to the end of our marriage.

Some men were addicted to pornography, others prescription medications. My husband was addicted to pro wrestling.

But, like clockwork, I happened to flip on FX one night, and there he was, working for PRIME.

Just like that, I found myself with a new ritual, watching ReVolution with a glass (and on occasion, more than that) of red wine.

This week, I’d poured myself an extra glass upon seeing him assaulted by Jacob McKail.

Growing up, Seymour had been cute, if somewhat helpless. A lot of girls never really liked that sort of thing.

I liked that I knew he’d be devoted to me. Dependant on me, even, and he certainly was for many years.

In the end though, he was *too* dependent. No matter how much he stood up for himself in the ring, he never could stand up for himself out of it.

If nothing else, that was why I now found myself in an undisclosed location, discussing the situation with a coworker who I knew by the name of Seven. No, not of Nine. She’s heard it before.

“He won’t give up,” I insisted. “My family might. The police did a long time ago, but he won’t. You don’t know him like I do. He is one of the most stubborn people I’ve ever met. I’ve seen him speak on the subject before at autograph signings, hidden in crowds. He’s positive that something fishy happened, but can’t prove what.”

“About that,” a voice chimed in from across the room. Its bearer carried a cup of coffee into the room, voice chipper as always. I knew her as the Eight of Diamonds. Her real name had been told to me once, but Lord only knew if it was real or a pseudonym. “We’ve got reason to believe your ex-hubby knows you’re still ticking.”

Sometimes, a morning cup of coffee didn't even come close to waking you up as much as the first news of the day.
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